Beautiful deception.

Chloe. She's missing a toe on both hind feet.

I've done many flower studies using photos taken by my father. Growing up, I never thought of my father as a man with a hobby, much less a talented photographer. So many beautiful pictures from his garden, packed up in a box in the garage.

Floral pastel sketch "solitude".

Self portrait. Just kidding.

I love this picture. It's one of the few things I stopped working on when it was done. One of my greatest challenges as an artist is to stop "finessing“. When I am working on a piece, it takes on a life of it's own. The piece is done when it says it's done; not when I say it's done.

Me at work in way back in '89.

My brother said I had to post this NOW. By now, one can see that there is no particular theme or style to my style. Sometimes I just gotta do what I gotta do.

Another pipedoodle. They're much easier to make than to "touch up" for posting.

It's been awfully awfully HOT..so I thought you might like a cool picture. I did this for a Christmas card a couple of years ago. Unfortunately, we never seem to get around to sending out Christmas cards.

A few more pipedoodles for your amusement.

Been very busy with freelance work. Here is an illustration I am working on for a friend of a friend who plans to print on a special substrate that will be applied to the rear and side windows of the company car(Honda Element). Apparently, you can see out through this substrate, but it appears to be opaque from the outside. Interesting.

Another digidoodle that turned out to be a pretty nice picture, I think.

Several months ago, I discovered the joy of pipecleaner doodling...or "PipeDoodles" as I call them. I have some pretty elaborate and wierd things I've created, including a red Volkswagen Beetle, an aquarium scene, and many strange characters. I find a lot of the smaller ones scattered about the house as they make great kitty toys. Some are made entirely out of pipecleaners while others include beads, buttons and other stuff I find under the bed and between couch cushions. I took my collection to work one day and basked in all the oohs and ahhhs, and you're wierds, which in retrospect, was probably not a great idea since I am currently unemployed.

More digital illustrations for air freshener and soap.

I struggled in ballet class for many years with an inflexible body, which I am paying for now. I have pursued my ballet career as a principle dancer in dreams, and as a painter awake (doesn't require so much flexibility). Ballet classes have given me a great feel for human anatomy, musculature and movement; and the attitude of grace.

These are some practice drawings done about a year ago.

A few examples of digital illustrations I did for body wash fragrances...

Pencil practice. The girl in the chair is my youngest daughter. It was 4am, and I guess neither one of us could sleep. Come to think of it, maybe she was sleeping. For that matter...maybe I was too.
The odd thing about this sketch is, it looks as though I was looking down on her when I was on the couch around the corner, at the same level she was.

The flower sketch is made up. I wasn't looking at anything...but I have done so many flower illustrations for soap, body wash fragrances and air fresheners when I worked as a package designer, all the reference images are in my head.

Another pastel painting done from a photo I took of our three daughters at Virginia Beach. The photo is from the mid 90’s. I did the painting just a couple of months ago (therapy for a job loss after eight years). I was slightly obsessed with capturing the translucence and movement of the surf, and the brilliance and warmth of sunshine on our three bathing beauties. This particular work has been tweaked numerous times, and may never be completed to my satisfaction. I keep fussing with the front facing figure (my second born daughter), which I suppose is appropriate since she has the (most) fluctuant personality of all three.

Pastel sketches done from the balcony of our room at a Virginia Beach hotel this past April. As the weather and ocean became more expressive, so did I. There are many white caps and treacherous rip currents in mid-life that fuel the creative spirit.